7. which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?
It starts when Dan says, “You look so fucking fit in black.”
Phil’s brows hitch, his smile going crooked. Dan kisses him to shut up whatever stupid comment he’s thinking of making.
The first time, it’s Dan’s striped jumper. It already drowns his own frame, and Phil’s just a little bit smaller now. They planned for a long day at home of pizza and video games and pyjamas.
Phil’s not in pyjamas. He’s in stupid Mario themed pants and Dan’s bloody sweater, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a knowing smile on his face.
“I know what you’re doing,” says Dan.
Phil shrugs. “It looked comfy,” he says. “I wanted to try it.”
“Yeah, sure.” He drops onto the sofa, grabs the Switch pro controller, and glares. “Just for that, I’m going to beat you at Mario Kart.”
If Dan loses, it’s entirely because Phil keeps nudging his thigh with his toes and the jumper keeps slipping down to reveal the freckles on his shoulder.
Next it’s a button down that might pass as Phil’s if not for the little silver details at the collar.
He’s standing at the door, about to leave for the fancy date night he’d planned weeks ago. A blue jacket is tugged over his shoulders, his quiff pushed up over his forehead, a hint of brown roots showing again.
Dan looks down at his own outfit, another black button down under his black and white grid blazer. He looks up at Phil and glares.
“You’re trying to torture me, huh?”
He grabs the little metal details at Phil’s collar and pulls him forward, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth.
“Just for this, you’re paying tonight,” he says.
The hoodie dress almost kills him.
Right there, standing in his own lounge. YouTuber Daniel Howell dies in Apartment After Seeing Boyfriend in His Merch. What an embarrassing way to go. The merch isn’t even out yet.
“Why are you wearing that?” he says.
Phil looks up, smiling. “Quality testing,” he says. “Mar wanted a second opinion.”
“And that second opinion involved you not wearing pants?”
Phil laughs. “I wasn’t going to tell him that bit,” he says. The corner of his mouth lifts. “That’s just for you.”
Dan groans, trying to figure out if he should revive “Reasons Why Dan’s a Fail” from the afterlife.
Phil settles on Dan’s sequined Christmas merch.
His hand keeps dragging over his own chest, flipping the sequins. He’s actually wearing pants this time, and bright blue pyjama bottoms, and is sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee between his hands.
Dan stares at him, turns on his heal, and rushes back to their bedroom.
When he returns, he’s wearing Phil’s whole new pyjama set and a smile.
Phil turns, looks at him, and pouts. “No fair,” he says. “You know how cute you look in that.”
Dan shrugs. “Turnabout is fair play.” He settles on the sofa next to Phil, their thighs pressed together.
“I wasn’t even doing it to taunt you this time,” says Phil. “I just like it. It’s comfy. And sparkly.”
Dan smiles, face going warm at the compliment. “I know,” he says. “What if I just want to snuggle?”
“Oh,” says Phil. He drapes his arm around Dan’s shoulders, drawing him in even closer so Dan’s head is resting on his shoulder. They watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine like that until the afternoon sun starts to glare in the TV.
